[Open Thread] Building Bridges

[Fenrir Black]

[OOC - NPC's dialogue is in bold. Fenrir's speech is in "quotes". His thoughts are in italics]

A tall, white-skinned figure paced itself at a moderately slow pace across the pomp landscape of the city of music, the center of Zinn'Sunn. In his fur-laced pocket, a small dagger as always and on his face, a confident smile. The Phoenix district was a familiar place to Fenrir, as he had grown there for nearly all of his entire life. It was to no avail that Fenrir's father was the dominant man in the family, keeping his half Kemite half Raghrnd son in his own hometown. Frequent visits to the Arium mountains allowed him to retain some of his Raghrnd mother's culture though; and he made those visits count, especially with all the free time that he used to have on his hands.

So was life back then. A warm, happy, educational barrier had surrounded Fenrir for the entirety of his life. Now it was time for him to break that barrier and explore what has left to have been explored. For now, he would search around his own province, the city of Zinn'Sunn. Although being a local resident in Zinn'Sunn, it could be said that Fenrir had spent more time in the outlands rather than inside the city. It would have been a good idea to get to know the people of Zinn'Sunn, especially his fellow Kemites. Zinn'Sunn was not a popular location to spot Raghrnd's although many people of different cultures flourished throughout the region in hopes to find a musical sanctuary where they could simply forget about the harsh reality of their lives.

Hey you there! shouted a middle-aged man from a nearby stall. Fenrir glanced at the man curiously before diverting from his course towards the man's stall. I could show you some cool tricks to do with that knife of yours! I'm an old pro at it. Once again, Fenrir took a quick glance at the man. He didn't seem like the type of person who would have any business with a dagger. For one, he called it a knife, a heavy insult to Fenrir. Not only that, but he looked far too well kempt to show any interest in the arts of combat. This man must be joking, thought Fenrir as he slowly reached for his dagger. "I'll let you take a go with my dagger." replied Fenrir casually as he slowly rested the dagger onto the hands of the man. He seemed to have been in somewhat of a state of ecstasy as he clutched the dagger tightly. Oh yeah...I'm going to show you some real tricks with this baby.

Fenrir could only hope for the better. Although he was already a developed adult, he still adorned the decision-making skills of a teenager, something that was highly ironic due to his above-average logistical reasoning. The man flipped the dagger around with nearly impeccable fluidity, literally juggling it with his fingers up and down, twisting it with his toes until all of a sudden he directed it straight Fenrir's chest. It came too fast for Fenrir to take note of what had just happened; but the point of the dagger came just a millimeter away from Fenrir's chest. Fenrir slowly watched the man with extreme interest as he took possession of his weapon once more. That's a dangerous weapon you got there kid. You shouldn't be going around giving it to other people. Fenrir stood there dumbstruck, as if he had been outsmarted by a worm. He turned his head around to see a crowd looking at him with an amazed look on their faces. Tchh... scoffed Fenrir as he deposited his knife back into its resting place.

It was only a few seconds later until Fenrir made his way back on course. Soon he would get out of this Phoenix district and learn a little more about his roots.

[OOC Note, this thread can go anyway. Whether it be battle, adventure, drama, romance, or anything.]

[Zen]

OOCHi Fenrir. Hope you won't mind me taking a swing at this thread.

The young Kemite/Raghrnd's wandering around Phoenix District didn't go unnoticed, not at all. Even as Fenrir, puffed up with self-confidence only developing young adults possessed, continued his aimless journey, shadowy figures followed him a few footsteps behind. Even should he feel the premonition of being followed, his stalkers were experienced and left no trace of their existence.

As the Sun approached its zenith, and hawkers filled the bazaar with their wares, and aromatic delicacies, one particular stallkeeper noted the passage of young Fenrir.

"Serale! Fresh meat pies! Fresh meat pies for sale, sir. Why don't you try this meat pie of mine. For a growing boy like you, I'll give you a discount for your first pie for one crown."

The eager salesman proffered a steaming pie, fresh from the oven it seemed. His crooked teeth gleamed evilly at the young man.

"Fresh pie? Mister, can I get two please?" A maiden appeared suddenly by Fenrir's side. A real looker, clothed in flowing silken robes, and her hair covered by a veil of dark blue that covered the lower part of her face adding to the mystery. A gruff hulking man stood behind her, armed with an evil looking sword, the cut edge serrated from over-use.

[Fenrir Black]

Fenrir had only taken one step before he had stopped clearly in his tracks. If I wasn't dumb, I'd think that someone's spying on me...Nah." Fenrir trailed on with a hefty posture and a lifted chin. His attention was caught however, by the sweet aroma of a nearby stallkeeper's joint. Apparently, he offered meat pies at a bargain of a price. Fenrir simply couldn't resist. As he heard the man's disputatious voice, Fenrir closed in on the shop.

How could Fenrir refuse such an offer? I meat pie for one crown; that was something not seen most of the time. But it was also the tiniest bit suspicious. Fenrir seemed to have a knack at getting himself into trouble though. "I'll take one meat pie ---" asked Fenrir boldly. He then squinted his eyes and looked clearly at the man's face. Disfigured teeth glowed radiantly at Fenrir, almost hurting his eyes. He just couldn't hold himself back. "--Freak."

Fenrir awaited the man's reaction with a feeling of accomplishment. Once he turned his head around though, he found himself an angel among monstrosities. His glowed at her own as he found himself kneeling on the floor, completely unaware of the fact that she ordered two meat pies.

"Excuse me my fair maiden. I was told that angels lived in a different plane of existence. However, they would sometimes come to Telath to bring safe passage to the dead. If that is true, am I dead, and have you been called for me?" issued Fenrir in the most romantic, sweet tone a man could have possibly mustered up. He then looked behind the maiden, and found the hulking mass standing to her rear. Fenrir crossed his eyebrows as he stuck his tongue out playfully at him, taunting him to see what he did next.

[Zen]

For the meat-pie vendor, it all started when he was only ten Ordinances, wandering the streets with those rows of rotting evil-looking teeth, complete with muck and grime. Ever since, he eked out an existence while being teased for his appearance. Just as he was starting to get his life together, this young cocky man came along and ruined it all.

"...Freak" The cruel word twisted into his soul like a dagger from the depths of Aeternia. Anguish wrought out of Ordinances-long suffering welled to the surface.

"Nooooo! Noooo!" He wailed inanely, his chubby greasy hands clasping his face. Blocking the gruesome view of his teeth. "NOoooooooo...."

He crumpled to the ground, a mess of weeping flesh; leaving his pile of meat pies unguarded.

Even as this melodramatic event transpired, the veiled maiden awarded the kneeling man with a bemused smile. A charming man who obviously was keen to woo her affections.

"Why gentle sir, you are too kind. Are you always so charming to all the girls you meet?"

It was part-question, part-challenge; she eyed the unguarded pile of steaming meat pies still fresh from the oven. Making sure the vendor was still in a heap of wailing flesh, she swiftly scooped one pie and turned her body slightly to hide it from the vendor's sight.

The gruff man mutely stood guard, unresponsive save to make sure no harm came to his charge. He shifted his weight uncomfortably, and glared at Fenrir, not sure what to make of this man.

[Su Farong]

There was another opportunist in the crowds that brightening. Su Farong was always hungry and always looking for a free meal. The smell of fresh meat pies had gotten his attention and milled around the stall thinking of a way to steal one without getting caught. During this time Fenrir passed by along with the young maiden with the bodyguard. Farong paid Fenrir little mind, just another dude in the Phoenix district to Rong. But pretty ladies always got his attention. His attention snapped from lust to opportunity.

The vendor was freaking out! The time was now! Rong slipped forward towards the meat pies and begin to scan the immediate area as quickly as possible. If there was any money visible the man would go for that, otherwise the Kemite man would grab a few meat pies before leaving.

[Zen]

While the maiden converse with her new suitor-to-be, and the vendor remained crumpled in a shaking heap of sobs and anguished cries, the pile of meat pies lay undisturbed and unguarded. Steaming hot and fresh from the oven, their crisp pastries permeating with mouthwatering aromas of herbs and spices. Perfect for the taking.

As Rong bore down on the meat piles, he would espy a bulging leather pouch next to the meat pies, just asking to be stolen. It's leather straps tightly wound together in a knot, preventing its contents from spilling out.

[Fenrir Black]

Fenrir laughed at the sight of the man's grueling agony. He then turned back to realize that he was in the midst of a conversation with a rather charming lady herself. Her question amazed him. Had he ever expected a woman to agree with his flirtatious ways; that would have been a miracle. Fenrir gagged softly as he stood there, awed, at the fact that he did not get: slapped, beaten, stabbed, busted. Crap...what do I do now? questioned Fenrir to himself. His abstract thinking was always a useful tool in this situation. What if she actually does want to slap me? What if she's expecting me to say yes, only to think that I'm a player? God, why couldn't she just have hit me or something... He then slowly but surely mumbled out a few words.

"Well my dear. What makes you think that all the woman I meet are as elegant as yourself? My charm is reserved for only the most beautiful of woman."

Crap...that was a huge mistake...now she'll think that I'm stuck up.

"But think no more of me, as I'm but as humble as a pet."

That should have released some tension right there...phew. Fenrir awaited the woman's response, looking her in the eyes with a slight hint of nervousness, yet an overcoming display of boldness. He then turned his gaze to the Kemite approaching the store. What's this man up to. Heh, if I was any smarter, I'd say he was going to steal all those meat pies and that awesome looking pouch right there which should have a decent amount of crowns.....Nah. Fenrir then realized that the gorilla standing behind the lass had not even offered to tear him into pieces. He raised an eyebrow at him and then looked away, not satisfied at the man's undisturbed persona.

[Su Farong]

Su Farong's eyes widened with pleasure. In a smooth motion he scooped up the leather pouch and put it easily in his pocket. I'll look at what's inside later... He thought as he filled his other pockets with tasty meat pies.

He chewed on a pie as he took a moment to observe the nearby flirtation with a bemused look on his face. He watched the inexperienced Fenrir stumble through his lines before clapping the man on the shoulder.

"Whatever you did to the poor sucker I owe you brother," He said with a smile and a wink at the woman. Having expressed his gratefulness 'Wrong Way' Farong turned around and beat feet to the nearest unobserved alley where he could examine his prize.

He did not travel far, something in that woman made him a bit curious. The fact that she barely batted an eyelid about the tortured vendor struck him as a bit callous. Was she someone in the game? What was her racket? Who was that big guy standing by her? Interested he would try to keep watch from the background

[Zen]

As "Wrong Way" Rong beat a hasty retreat into the side alley to inspect his newly acquired wares, he would be in for a surprise. The bulging sac in his hands felt squishy and slurped noisily as it roiled under his inquisitive prods. As he opened the sac, as his curiosity and greed forced him to, he would find balls. Large hairy bull testicles... It was the contents of the meat pies, left overs from the butchers that the enterprising stallkeeper had turned into a profit-making venture. Well, as to what he would do with a sac of bull balls was up to him.

As for Fenrir, suddenly so timid in face of the audacious maiden, he was having the time of his life. The maiden was enjoying herself, toying with this charming gentleman, a playboy by her reckoning acting all coy so suddenly. Her full attention on Fenrir, she barely registered the entrance and quick exit of the ruffian known as FuRong.

"My guardian, don't mind him. He accompanies me everywhere, but he won't do anything else without my command or if I am in danger... which I doubt I am with you. And what sort of pet do you think you resemble most? I myself rear dogs, two large beasts who are tame and personally trained by me. Would you like to play with them?"

There was something strange in the tone of her voice. Chilling and eerie, she continued toying with the Kemite suitor.

[Fenrir Black]

OOCBwahahahaha!!! bull testicles, nice one...


Fenrir eyed the thief once more as he came close to him. As the thief's hand would have patted Fenrir's shoulder, he would have instantly turned around to meet face to face with the perpetrator. He looked at the man scornfully, with eyes squinted and a vein popping slightly over his head. Fenrir tightened his fist slowly, but then released his tension in a mere sigh as he took a closer look at the bag. Fenrir then looked back at the thief and grinned. "Oh please, save the flattery for when I bust your sorry ass out of jail."

He then turned back to the woman, this time with a reassuring expression in his face, somewhat scarily different from his previous facade. The woman had asked him a daunting, yet expected question. What pet was he? Now that was a question for Fenrir. Let's see....hmmhmmhmm, what pet am I? Perhaps a tiger...or a dog...no. I must be...

"Well miss, that is for me to know and for you to find out. As for your dogs, they sound quite intimidating. Are you sure it wouldn't be them playing with me instead?"

Fenrir maintained eye-contact as he usually did, sounding somewhat submissive, yet curiously dominant in a sense. He scratched his hair, waiting for an answer. I'm doomed aren't I.....nah.

[Su Farong]

"You gotta be *&*#*$& kidding me..." Su Farong turned red in fury. What kind of idiot keeps such a thing in a bag? Only those of a completely perverse mind would think of a such a thing.

Su Farong stalked out of the alley in a malicious mood. He knocked down a passing child and shoved aside the kid's pregnant mother. Only thing to do was to trash that meat pie stand. First things first...

Wrong Way wound up and threw that danged sack of balls in the general direction of the meat pie stall. The satchel arced through the air and seemed on a path to hit the big ol' gorilla standing by the maiden.

"ARRGGGG!" Su Farong charged the Meat Pie stall. He began kicking it over with reckless abandon. Once that was suitably in rubble he began to to kick the meat pie seller and patted him down looking for coin. The crybaby had to have some crowns somewhere.

"Give it up you freak!" Wrong Way shouted as he punctuated his punctuation with open handed slaps. "One. Thing. I. Hate. Is. Working. For. My. Crowns. GIVE IT UP! Give up your crowns!"

[Zen]

"Well, why don't we find out? Would you care to come over to my place, and be my playmate for the brightening?"

Her eyes twinkled ever so mischievously, betraying the intelligence and danger. She started to put a petite hand to his cheeks, when they were rudely interrupted.

As the bulging bag filled with bovine balls hurtled through the air by the bogan rogue, its contents became disengaged. It rained sloppy testicles, bloody and fresh from the butcher many candlemarks ago. Misfortune befell the bystanders near the meat pie stall, as they were pelted by hairy, greasy balls.

Two struck the hulking bodyguard, making a wet squishy sound as they hit his face, and left arm. One struck the beautiful maiden, landing in the cleavage of her curvaceous bosoms. Another struck Fenrir, the wooing suitor in his right eye, muddying his vision. As if in retribution for causing such havoc, the bag itself managed to squirt out one especially bloody, especially hairy, especially oozing with whatever contents were inside bull balls - at the rogue, hitting Farong right on the side of his right cheek.

As the rogue menaced the stall, and began to pat the collapsed meat pie vendor, a tall shadow loomed across his shoulders. The sound of a sword being unsheathed came from behind him. The guard had made his move...

[Fenrir Black]

Fenrir's eyes softened as the maiden muttered her seductive prose. His smile transformed into a romantic smirk as the woman placed her hand so softly onto his fair cheeks. Fenrir then placed his own hand over her other hand and spoke softly into her ears, "I would most definitely accompany you this brightening, for---" and then it happened. A hairy jungle of carnal concoctions canonballed through the air like boulders shot from catapults. A particularly bloody testicle hit Fenrir in his eye, causing him to grab his eyes in agony. "What in the name of Aslan is this!" As he regained his vision, he slowly noticed the looming testicle sitting ever so comfortably in between the maiden's irresistable cleavage.

Fenrir's eyes widened pervishly as he almost worriedly reached his hand to take the guttural meatball from the maiden's rack. "Excuse me miss." he said as he slowly reached his hand closer and closer to her. "I'll make sure this thing abuses no further!" He then immediately shot his hand out and took the testicle away from her skin, praying that she wouldn't mind his, nearly sexual, intrudance. Fenrir eyed Farong crossly, crossing his arms as he appeared cross. He then chuckled softly, knowing that this man had gotten what he had already deserved. The maiden's bodyguard would be his problem to deal with.

[Su Farong]

How could a meat pie vendor be this broke? Wrong way gritted his teeth. Citizens, the stewed while wiping his face clean, worthless! He was about to vocally express his disappointment in crude terms when he noticed the shadow. His body tensed up and his right hand fell beside the concealed dagger.

"I wouldn't do that..." He sang softly.

Su Farong had survived this long by always being quick to the draw. At the first sound of the the guards sword, Su's blade was out. He turned quickly, keeping low, and used his momentum to build his power. He would try to bury that dagger into the man's groin and give it a good twist to make sure the man could not carry on. If that worked and the man fell, Su Farong would immediately jump on the man and slit the dude's throat.

[Zen]

Trained though Su Farong was, the guard assigned to the Princess was a man of some skill to have deserved the honor of accompany such personage. Indeed, even as Rong lept to attack, the guard instinctively jumped back, suffering only a superficial gash. Even as blood seeped through his Kemite robe, he grimly swung the pummel of his sword downwards, striking Farong on the back of his head.

Even as Rong recovered from the blow, he was disarmed with a callous swipe at his hand, and manhandled into a bear hug, to have his two hands tied firmly behind his back with a strong silken rope. The Guard merely grunted all the while, from the burning pain near his loin. From what he knew of his mistress, she was sure to enjoy another toyboy to play with this Darkening.

Meanwhile, as the Princess eyed the fight with a cool, steely gaze, she continued the conversation with her suitor.

"It's settled, come to my estate wth me now. That is, if you have finished with what ever business you had in the markets... We'll bring along this ... stray as well for extra entertainment, shall we?" She gazed pointedly at the gagged Rong, as the guard roughly manhandled him towards the princess and Fenrir.